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Alas (or not alas?), as much as I enjoy it, guess I'll just never be the person who can sit still long enough/often enough to properly keep up with regular blogging for very long.

Busy months behind me, a couple of moves & renovations & friends visiting… all on top of the existing usual load. Things are just starting to quiet down a little now which probably isn't such a bad thing, even if only temporary.

Don't know if my life has changed, say the last six months or maybe a year, or if I am just experiencing the same life differently but I think something is transforming. Don't know that it's something I care to put a finger on per se, just the kind of thing I notice lately and find inspiration & clarity in.

Don't know about you, but the new year still feels kinda new & fresh to me… or maybe it's the crispness of the winter months that's keeping me stimulated.

Holidays can be relaxing and a nice break at the end of an energetic year, but eventually I just like to bounce back to normal and have my energy back. Hope everyone is enjoying 2014 so far.

I wish it was easier to find time for things like blogging, watching the sun go down or other much appreciated activities that give the mind a healthy break. But with the load that I carry, catching sunsets is pretty much at the bottom of my priority list -- sad but true. Will admit though that even though I find extensive, endless small talk to be somewhat analogous with torture, at the end of a long day small talk with friends and a cup of tea is still my favorite way to unwind.

So here's to carving out some time with a cup of [*blooming*] sun tea, a purring cat and the blog.

I guess sun tea is the tea-equivalent of cold drip coffee? {A huge fan of both.} Not only do they both taste great but there's something ceremonial, almost ritualistic about the whole process of the slow heatless brew -- a bit reminiscent of aging cheese and wine I think?

Moving onto a healthy dose of vanity related trivia, I am here to report that my love affair with gold and turquoise continues:

Pictures are from last week -- don't think I've ever gone this long without growing somewhat tired of a color… probably the only hues I've been wearing all week. And as hard as it is to tell from these shots, rain or shine, it's been gold lipstick & gold bronzer for me -- day in and day out.

Gold is pretty much the essence of just about everything I like about Summer… I think gold is the color of the End of Summer. Not quite Fall, but close.

Thanks to the newfound turquoise fetish, I'm definitely getting good milage out of these rings and pedicure. Next manicure + pedicure will probably be gold though. I know, klassy… so what.

And that's all the small talk for tonight. Only a few sips of tea left…

Most everything is status quo in my neck of the woods (as you can see coffee is still a permanent fixture in my life... some things never change). Wake up, coffee, work, dinner, work, go to sleep.

A few great projects have been keeping me busy -- and busy is good.

It's nice to take a break and blog for a few minutes though, even if it's hard to remember to do it every day. Sometimes, in a strange way, blogging creates another dimension for me. Some mundane non-event happens, I or someone else happens to take a picture... I blog about it, then think to myself, this doesn't seem half as mundane as it did when it happened.

Sometimes typing away helps me discover what I think, other times it makes me forget it. I am afraid this time it's the latter...

God I've been so busy with freelance work I completely forgot about the blog. The company for whom I have been doing design work is so awesome and as I love doing what I do so much, I tend to forget everything else.

Well, January is half gone -- how is 2012 treating you?

Are you keeping up with your New Year's resolutions? One of my resolutions is to pay more attention to detail and invest more of my attention in the "small things". You know in a 'take time to smell the roses' kind of way, spend more quality time with my friends and people who inspire me, wear my fancier clothes more often, slow down at dinner time (candle + music + fancy plates), you know, things like that.

Was experimenting with red lipstick the other day. Not exactly headline worthy news, I know.

No particular reason (other than my resolutions), just didn't want my body mis-representing me all day. Woke up feeling so fresh and energized yet looking so tired -- hence the industrial strength primer, under eye concealer and blush. I don't think red lipstick is for me but primer+concealer+blush (and anything else that takes ten years off) are my new best friends.

Have a great week everyone -- I am off to perform my standard morning routine (Starbucks with my friend Ernie) then disappear into the week and hopefully finish up some work by Friday.

Haven't been on the blog in months, so sorry about all the unanswered email. So deeply thankful for your care & attention it's just that I have so little to say these days. Or I just don't know how to say it.

Where have I been... I guess I've been lost, disconnected from life... "drained"... damaged? dislocated? -- can't find the right word... working through the roller coaster of what I am told is the healing process.

I left B_A_N_G_k_O_k_ five [ six_?seven_?] days ago & have been staying with friends just north of the Malaysian border.

A breath of fresh air... late night conversations... make-up free & camera-free existence... it's all quite therapeutic actually. No photos, no blogging, just a few good [un_documented ] days... exactly what I needed.

My washing machine broke so I am sitting here at the laundromat typing this (typo alert). This laundromat appears to be attracting a clientele whose glares are somewhat evocative of those composite sketches you sometimes see on your local post office's notice board. You know, the ones with the words "WANTED" and "REWARD" written all over them?

(I am toying with the idea of skipping the drying cycle all together and getting out of here at what can only be defined as lightning speed... )

Otherwise, not much else to blog about. I catch myself fantasizing about Geoff all the time. He walks in the door, with groceries in his hands, like nothing happened. In these fantasies I wake up and realize his death was just a bad dream.

But I guess it's final. I guess this nightmare is the rest of my life and I guess parts of me died too.